My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

But he was too weak, even each meeting was passively guided by the Lord of Mist.

At the same time, Xue Dili also considered revealing his Apostle identity to the Mimic Venerable King or Hassan, but ultimately he decided against it.

Are there any undercover Apostles in the Interstellar Corps?

Xue Dili wasn’t sure, but he would plan for the worst-case scenario.

Perhaps some small conflicts wouldn’t warrant Apostles deploying undercover agents, but if Xue Dili’s identity were truly exposed...

He slowly closed his eyes, choosing not to think about these matters any further.

Perhaps next time, try to find the Mimic Venerable King to see if he can attempt to lock down the meeting location when he enters the Mist Council.

...

"Wow! It smells like fried chicken burgers!" It seems every child goes through a phase of particularly loving these high-calorie foods.

When the old Undead arrived with a family-sized bucket, this worked better than any words, as the eyes of Little Dragon Lady and Little Tree Lady sparkled at the sight of fried chicken burgers.

With the cries of "Grandpa," the old Undead gradually lost himself, completely becoming like a grandfather bringing his granddaughters to play.

The Female Pope just smiled; she might have seen the children’s situation over there. She was at an age long past suitable for being a mother, but unfortunately, she was always pressured by the Witch Demon King to engage in a holy war, and under such pressure, she never had that intention.

Xue Dili didn’t say much either; it seemed like just another ordinary dinner gathering among friends, as he saw it.

Not until after dinner, when tidying up the table, might Xue Dili consider the future after eradicating all Apostles.

In such a future, perhaps there would be fewer tragedies. If all Apostles were killed, there would be no more cosmic catastrophes affecting the Cosmos, nor would any civilizations struggle at the brink of death.

The entire universe might thoroughly become a civilization led by the Interstellar Corps, governed by order.

At that time, the various civilizations wouldn’t need to follow the dark forest law, treating others like thieves, but instead coexist under the scheme of the Mimic Venerable King.

Especially now with the birth of the cross-world chat group in its test version, and according to Captain Xing Jia’er, the leadership of both the Mimic Venerable King and other Interstellar Corps’s high-level members are very optimistic about the future of this cross-world chat group.

If in the future this cross-world chat group could truly span the entire cosmos, the Mimic Venerable King would instantly know any dynamics throughout the universe, then He would be no different from the real Venerable King.

The Mimic Venerable King could even remove the "Mimic" label and declare himself "Venerable King Second Generation".

"Bang!"

The sound of dishes shattering rang.

It jolted Xue Dili, whose thoughts were roaming, back to himself. He immediately headed to the living room where the noise came from, assuming it was Little Dragon Lady or Little Tree Lady who broke the dishes or flipped the table.

For someone single-handedly raising two kids, he’s used to such occurrences. Fafnir and Little Tree Lady were fine, but Little Dragon Lady was as restless as a husky, creating new antics in a blink.

He even felt his Seven Wolves belt wasn’t enough, needing to buy several more to let Little Dragon Lady understand what fatherly love under the Seven Wolves meant.

"Xue...Ling...Dragon!" Xue Dili’s voice arrived before he did. As he stepped into the living room, he found it wasn’t Little Dragon Lady causing the commotion but rather that his aunt had fallen to the ground.

Alola continuously used Holy Light Healing on his aunt; nearby, his two daughters and Fafnir watched with concern.

"What happened?" Xue Dili asked.

"Daddy, Daddy, Grandma just fell and fainted. What’s wrong with Grandma, Daddy Daddy..." Little Dragon Lady didn’t care about the blame Xue Dili just put on her but directly tugged on his clothes.

And Xue Dili felt something different.

Cursed Blood entered his aunt’s body instantly, but the next moment, Xue Dili’s pupils constricted.

"Daddy Daddy, what’s wrong with Grandma?" Little Dragon Lady tightly held Xue Dili’s hand, with Fafnir also deeply concerned beside her.

"Ah Xue, let’s talk alone," Female Pope Alola said.

Xue Dili agreed with a nod and reassured his two daughters: "It’s okay, it’s okay, you take good care of Grandma here, and I’ll solve this problem soon."

Little Dragon Lady probably sensed something, hence her unease, but Xue Dili didn’t say much, walking to the study with the Female Pope.

"You felt it too, right? Miss Xue’s lifespan has come to an end..." Alola spoke directly.

Xue Dili stayed silent.

The situation reported back from the Cursed Blood he had just sent confirmed he could sense it; his aunt’s lifespan had indeed come to its final stage.

Not due to illness or other reasons, simply because she had lived to the ultimate limit of her lifespan.

Even though she was a God from the Divine Era, though she lived from Ancient Greece to now, in an absolutely magical-free Earth, she was the only Divine Era creature allowed to live by Earth Consciousness, truly living to the utmost of a God’s lifespan.

This was a situation even Cursed Blood couldn’t change, because his aunt’s issue was purely due to reaching the limits of her lifespan.

"Is there any way to extend her life?" Xue Dili asked directly.

"No, Miss Xue’s issue isn’t that her lifespan has encountered a problem, but rather that she’s reached the utmost limit of it. Extending her life means either increasing her power beyond Mythic Level or transforming her into something with a longer lifespan. I can’t think of any other way," the Female Pope sighed.

It was her first time seeing someone who directly reached the limit of their lifespan.

Normally, someone wouldn’t reach the limit of their lifespan; like Earth People’s theoretical lifespan limit is around 160 years, but no one can live that long due to the declining physical functions and ensuing diseases and pains.

The older one gets, the more influenced by the outside world, and even a horn honk might totally incapacitate a decayed body function.

But, his aunt seemed like someone who lived to the limit of their lifespan. She relied on her magic and the remnants of Cursed Blood Xue Dili used, synthesizing "Fake Curse Blood," a low-grade version of Cursed Blood.

She extended her life to the utmost, reaching the endpoint of her own lifespan, and now no longevity tool could help.

As Alola said, if his aunt were to survive, the first method would be reaching Quasi-Tier Five or above, equivalent to the Main God of Greece level, extending her lifespan once more.

But, it was impossible for her... Neither talent nor environment, even time wasn’t on their side, because time was insufficient and his aunt’s time was truly counting down.

Besides this method, Xue Dili had an even simpler and more sustainable method...

"Divine Tree Fruit..." he murmured, realizing perhaps why this fruit could cause cosmic bloodbaths and incite the insane disasters and killings by Apostles.

Divine Tree Fruit...

All it takes is one fruit to resolve everything...

However...

Xue Dili clenched his fist, feeling an inner struggle and hesitation.

"Sorry for worrying you." Xue Dili stood up, seeing his guest out.

"Are you okay?" Alola asked, genuinely concerned about Xue Dili’s current state.

"I’m fine, I’ve thought of a solution, don’t worry, everyone will be fine..." Xue Dili smiled, seemingly displaying a bright and carefree smile reminiscent of his younger days.

I will ensure everyone is okay...

"Don’t force yourself, just let us know if you need our help, we can find a better solution together if direct longevity methods fail..." the Female Pope said, comforting Xue Dili.

"Don’t worry, everything’s okay." Xue Dili smiled, already making his decision.

To the former him, such issues might have been unsolvable, but now, he has ways, even multiple ways, it just depends on what sacrifices he’s willing to make.